As soon as the witches' prayers stopped, Heitong's body, which was almost condensing into shape, began to disintegrate little by little.
These hags born from the depths of the Styx have naturally high soul strength. Once they reach level 12 or above, they can even compete with extraordinary mages in terms of mental strength.
So although the number is not too much... but in Toril, it is really enough to support a god-conferring ceremony, and the support provided to Black Eyes is very strong.
So their failure actually means the end of Black Eyes.
Edna showed a very happy smile: "Ah...it seems that our side won the battle outside!"
Midnight glanced at her: "Then, can we turn her back into a scumbag again?"
The corner of Edna's mouth couldn't help but twitch: "Think about the future, maybe one day you will need fragments of her soul to patch things up, please call her a scum.
If we don’t use it, we may accidentally hurt ourselves.”
"Is this the biggest difference between us?" Midnight's long eyelashes trembled slightly, "I... really don't want this, impure soul."
Black Eyes, who was beaten terribly by the attacks from the two conversing past generations, suddenly sneered: "Stupid!"
Then she gave up her struggle completely and turned herself into a little light, leaving only a cold sentence: "The future is still long! Don't let me seize the opportunity again!"
Midnight looked at the blue light in the sky and showed a bright smile: "Eh? Does she still expect that anyone will pray for her in the future?
100 years from now, who knows who she is?
You said that, right? Edna."
Edna hesitated for a while, then said slowly: "Are you still planning to make Mystra's past life all your fault?"
"Achievements?" Midnight chewed on these two words, with a strange smile on his face, "Isn't that a dying struggle?
What kind of god is a god who can’t even decide his own position?”
"But... wasn't your goal when you became Mystra to avenge Cyric?" Edna asked puzzledly, "Wouldn't it be better if you just deal with him wholeheartedly? In that case, even Kelemvor can
Help you, not stop you."
"Maybe it's because I'm also ambitious, right?
I don't know what will happen to you in the future, but standing in the center of the magic network, with the whole of Toril in front of you, it seems that you can control it with open hands... The temptation to take charge of the world is too strong.
People will always change.
I hope you can hold on longer than me and don't really let that bitch come out again." Midnight suddenly sat on the ground and patted his side with one hand, "Let's chat, I don't have much time, watch it all.
When will that big snake rush out!
Tsk, if only he could really succeed and end this world quickly.
If Toril starts reincarnation a few more times, the old immortal will probably have to take a nap, so why not just sleep to death?"
Edna, of course, had similar memories. She sometimes suspected that the reason why Mistry simply dispersed in this century was because she didn't want to keep going through it again and again.
After all, that person really loves Toriel.
If it were her, it might not be so painful, but if it was Midnight...forget it, Midnight wouldn't choose to sacrifice herself like Mistry. Even if she was worse off than dead, she would still have to support her.
A truly kind person like Mistry probably couldn't stand AO's torture: He was watching the reproduction of mortals happily, but as a result, billions of people were instantly reduced to ashes because of those experiments... Nese
How powerful the original author of the scroll is! It’s not like the entire clan has been destroyed.
In Toril today, the reason why there are various restrictions on the road of destiny every time is because of the lessons brought by the previous eras.
People with powerful abilities, as well as the gods who were not very controlled at that time...Taiji, the goddess of fate, and Yekko, the god of death, were still high above them!
When they were struck by fate, the kind of resistance they could do was not as small as it is now.
Why Tai Ji had to die was not just because of threats, she had really done a lot of things.
If it hadn't been out of control, AO wouldn't have allowed the descendants of the Nine-Faced Dragon God to become the masters of the world, and then would have had to introduce other races, such as elves and dwarves, to restrict the dragons.
You know, in the shadow world of Abel, there used to be only the originals... the true originals of Toril, but in the end they were beaten by giant dragons in that world and almost wiped out their entire race.
If AO hadn't personally intervened, how could Abel have two continents of equal strength?
"How do I feel that your hatred for Cyric is not... as deep as I thought." Edna gathered up her skirt and sat sideways next to Midnight.
Sitting on the floor with his legs crossed together, Midnight slapped his plump thighs viciously: "Of course I hate him!
I can understand that he took away the Stone of Destiny, but... why did Kelanvor have to be killed?
Even if you are dissatisfied with me and Kelemvor, can you kill teammates who have lived and died together for so long?
It's not like we've never lived happily together.
However, it is true that since he went crazy, I have lost my will to fight.
Otherwise, we wouldn’t have done so many things.”
"Why?" Edna asked from the bottom of her heart. She never understood why Midnight suddenly switched from whole-hearted revenge to unifying the divine power in her hands, something she didn't really care about at all.
"Because of despair." Midnight held his thigh with one hand, pressed his chin on that hand, and looked ahead confusedly, "Cyric is a very cunning person.
With his personality, he would never open something like the Sirens by himself... Not even a brain like Embry would make such a stupid mistake.
But he was so stupid and opened it on his own!"
Midnight turned to look at Edna: "Maybe other people, other gods, will really think it is an accident, but who of his old teammates will believe it?
Kelemvor has such a straight head!"
She opened her hands widely: "I thought the world was in my arms, but in the end I found that I was just a moth standing helpless in someone else's web.
And the mantis next to me, the mantis that I used to hate, the mantis that had eaten my companions, except for the two knives on both arms that could swing wildly, hurting everyone who passed by him, most of his body had long been covered with that...
The net is strangled tightly.
At any time, the owner of the network can be strangled to death with a thought.
From that day on, I knew that the person who was running rampant and misbehaving outside was no longer the same Cyric.
For the sake of his own strength, the gods he devoured and the divine power he suppressed became spider eggs injected into his body by spiders.
And now...the spider eggs have hatched, haven't they?
Have you seen Cyric in my memory? Although he has always been gloomy, can he use his female appearance to seduce Heim?"
Edna pondered and said: "But, this is the result of his own greed!
Just stay true to yourself and stay within the allowed limits..."
"But why!" Midnight's eyes widened and she said fiercely, "If even after becoming a powerful god, I can only toss around in the circle drawn by others, then who am I?
I don’t care about such false power!”
"What if you just follow God?" Edna asked lightly, "Looking at everything outside, what if you are powerless to follow God?
Are you still so irritable?"
"If I didn't have the ability, I... would probably be like Kelanvor, right?" After Midnight calmed down, he slowly said, "Although people say Kelanvor is a powerful god,... that power is false.
Kelanwo's true strength can only be said to be stronger than some weaker powers.
Jergal is the true Lord of the Underworld, Kelemvor can only do things according to his will, and the power of the Styx does not belong to him.
This... there's not much to say.
Cyric gave up the priesthood of death as soon as he lost his mind. He was not really as smart as it was said outside. He also chose the divine domain that he most desired... It's a shame!
Is that something he can take when he wants and throw it away whenever he wants?
Melkor couldn't do it!
Benn struggled for so long and even fell into the arms of AO. Isn't it because he wanted his own power?
I don’t believe you can’t see that there will be a turbulent year, which is actually the battle between those two old men.”
Edna shook her head helplessly: "Then why can't you think of yourself as Kelemvor? What's the difference between Jergal and AO?"
"Maybe it's because the mentality is different?" Midnight suddenly laughed, "I can still distinguish between borrowed power and my own power.
Isn’t it the same with Black Eyes?
She found that her own strength could not be suppressed, and sooner or later she would surpass the powerful divine power. She must have done something to become a decapitated ghost.
AO only uses its strength to suppress us, and does not have the absolute control over the Styx like Jergal."
She looked at Edna and pursed her lips: "With a mentality like yours, I think you can last a little longer than us.
Ah, he will definitely be better than me.
Then...it's better than Black Eyes~
But, can you guarantee that you will never want to become the real master of the world?
The magic net... the feeling of standing in the middle and looking down at the world is really too tempting."
Edna looked at her and said seriously: "But don't you want it? Mystrid, wouldn't you rather dissipate?"
"Mistry, you really love everyone, no matter good or evil." Midnight suddenly said, "I can't do it, I only like kind people.
My heart and my soul tell me that if my nature has to change, then... it would be better to never see her again."
Edna sighed: "But I don't want to be affected by you! Sometimes, your surging emotions are really... I'm obviously a very stable person!"
"Are you kidding me?" Midnight said dumbfounded, "You are so full of crazy ideas, and you still think about eating melons and watching movies every day, how dare you say that to me?"